Saturday morning, bright and early and here I am, mug of hot tea close by, listening to the rain lashing the cedar branches beyond the window….and glad that, at least for now ( though not for long !) I’m warm and dry.
I saw my doctor yesterday. I’m always apprehensive before a doctor’s visit but after the first two hours overdue in the waiting room, just waiting to be told what exactly I am apprehensive about, I don’t worry any more, I just lose the will to live. I watched several other patients slide down in their not too comfortable seats (possibly made that way because you really SHOULDN’T be waiting two hours over your appointed time) Heads drooping, rolling, eyes slowly closing, eyes fighting to stay open, dog eared magazines open but unread falling through sleepy fingers. The hopeful, expectant look on everyone’s faces when the practice nurse calls a name through …for another 30 minute wait in yet another “holding cell”. The despondent look of resignation as one waiting room detainee is freed and that means at least another 30 minutes trying to subdue my increasing impatience. Eyes furtively scan the other waiting patients, is everyone as tense as me ? A cell phone breaks the uneasy silence and ten sets of eyes train on the source of the sound….my name is called, ALLELULIAH.
Three weeks ago I contested a specialists diagnosis of shingles in both hands ( NOTHING to do with your carpal tunnel surgery I was quickly assured) suspecting that I was experiencing nerve damage symptoms. Yesterday I went to my trusted doctor to have my “shingles” checked out. Dutifully I held out my “shingled” arm and trusted doctor said “shingles, you don’t have shingles….I suspect nerve damage”. Funny….you know what..that’s just what I said….but I’m sure it had NOTHING to do with my recent hand surgery. So off I go again for tests. I’ll keep you updated !
There is possibly some ordinance against it and I clearly should have had a permit…I guess at the least it could have been considered cruelty to WWOOFERS but it was fun and I have no regrets. We were moving the stud cart to make room in the big barn and Michael found himself between the shafts…I couldn’t resist it, I found myself in the driving seat and if I’m really honest….it was a lot of fun. Wish I had had the whip though !!! smile
The Soay sheep got a shelter yesterday. Those sheep are tough, they are wild, their origin is in the wilds of a Scottish island but, in the Pacific North West rain those little hairy sheep were miserable. Last night as we closed up the barn and glanced at their pen, six mucky, muddy wet butts were just in view, little horned heads were nose to the wall and keeping dry.
Well, my book arrives on Monday and KP News came down to take photographs of the new author ( that must be me )and the co star Quest. (Gertie the Canada goose is currently unavailable for comment or photo) having migrated South to the warmer weather. Irene Torres, intrepid KP news reporter came out to interview me, on the ranch, in torrential rain. Fortunately Quest had had his photo debut yesterday because, as his enormous Shire muzzle planted a muddy wet, grass stained, apple tainted kiss flat in the center of my face, any chance of a potential glamour shot was gone. Thank you Scott and Irene of the KP News for your interest and support.
Well, it is now Sunday morning and the rain still hasn’t stopped so it looks like another WET day, take care, keep safe and dry. M
I saw my doctor yesterday. I’m always apprehensive before a doctor’s visit but after the first two hours overdue in the waiting room, just waiting to be told what exactly I am apprehensive about, I don’t worry any more, I just lose the will to live. I watched several other patients slide down in their not too comfortable seats (possibly made that way because you really SHOULDN’T be waiting two hours over your appointed time) Heads drooping, rolling, eyes slowly closing, eyes fighting to stay open, dog eared magazines open but unread falling through sleepy fingers. The hopeful, expectant look on everyone’s faces when the practice nurse calls a name through …for another 30 minute wait in yet another “holding cell”. The despondent look of resignation as one waiting room detainee is freed and that means at least another 30 minutes trying to subdue my increasing impatience. Eyes furtively scan the other waiting patients, is everyone as tense as me ? A cell phone breaks the uneasy silence and ten sets of eyes train on the source of the sound….my name is called, ALLELULIAH.
Three weeks ago I contested a specialists diagnosis of shingles in both hands ( NOTHING to do with your carpal tunnel surgery I was quickly assured) suspecting that I was experiencing nerve damage symptoms. Yesterday I went to my trusted doctor to have my “shingles” checked out. Dutifully I held out my “shingled” arm and trusted doctor said “shingles, you don’t have shingles….I suspect nerve damage”. Funny….you know what..that’s just what I said….but I’m sure it had NOTHING to do with my recent hand surgery. So off I go again for tests. I’ll keep you updated !
There is possibly some ordinance against it and I clearly should have had a permit…I guess at the least it could have been considered cruelty to WWOOFERS but it was fun and I have no regrets. We were moving the stud cart to make room in the big barn and Michael found himself between the shafts…I couldn’t resist it, I found myself in the driving seat and if I’m really honest….it was a lot of fun. Wish I had had the whip though !!! smile
The Soay sheep got a shelter yesterday. Those sheep are tough, they are wild, their origin is in the wilds of a Scottish island but, in the Pacific North West rain those little hairy sheep were miserable. Last night as we closed up the barn and glanced at their pen, six mucky, muddy wet butts were just in view, little horned heads were nose to the wall and keeping dry.
Well, my book arrives on Monday and KP News came down to take photographs of the new author ( that must be me )and the co star Quest. (Gertie the Canada goose is currently unavailable for comment or photo) having migrated South to the warmer weather. Irene Torres, intrepid KP news reporter came out to interview me, on the ranch, in torrential rain. Fortunately Quest had had his photo debut yesterday because, as his enormous Shire muzzle planted a muddy wet, grass stained, apple tainted kiss flat in the center of my face, any chance of a potential glamour shot was gone. Thank you Scott and Irene of the KP News for your interest and support.
Well, it is now Sunday morning and the rain still hasn’t stopped so it looks like another WET day, take care, keep safe and dry. M
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